OC King of New York

Lyrics: [Verse 1] Wake up, mathematics, rhyme fanatic, lyrical acrobatics, fantastic master spirit, brilliance of thought, the hell of a character through I come from, niggas one breath and pause for OC I, recognizes me, I'm afraid of statistics, such as VIP vampire bats suck blood out of beats bang Make it hot, drain all liquid lode Takin 'from the brain Verbal autops when I run, voice box, such as locked lock jaw wide open like a wound I'm healing, medicine, Anesthetic Scientist for walks in the...



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